Im Goin KISS Me a Singer

....Excuse me

I know sometimes I am coy, reserved, conservative, & passive aggressive. However, underneath the surface there is a beautiful rage....aggressive, straightforward, sexual, sensual, freaky, enticing, & a bad ass woman who always handles herself with class.......

.....So forgive me, but the other side of me wishes to come forth.....parental discretion is advised.....listen

I wanna kiss me a singer
Singing a lullaby to my soul
Filling the spaces that were once hollow & cold
Words become a sexual tool of choice
And your tool..well...is your voice

I wanna kiss me a singer
Going word for word
Lodging them in your throat
Your insides I coat
You sing....I write
As my words hit it just right

I wanna kiss me a singer
As your lyrics tell of our sexual capers
Heard by these four walls or whom ever wants to listen
Telling them I'm the only flavor they savor

I wannakiss me a singer
Handcuff you.......
Didnt u tell you my pen was ur way of gettin thru
As words become my song
Stimulation w/every voice
Elegant Elongated Deep Slow
You are not to be figured out
And I don't even want to know
Only when you say so
Giving you a sweet surrender of control

I wanna kiss me a singer
This is a subliminal silent love affair
Understood....not spoken of & certainly not kept undercover
So tell songs/singer that poetry is here
Longings to become that full-time lover

I'm gonna kiss me a singer.....MENTALLY

Do I have your attention yet?.....good

The Most DANGEROUS Chick You Never Knew

The Most DANGEROUS Chick You Never Knew
If I asked ya'll who the most dangerous chick you knew was you'd probably give me some wild ass story about some chick you knew back in the day that would fight a bitch on sight, cut a bitch on cue, or burn a bitch without knowing but alas I beg to differ
The most dangerous chick is known as the Chameleon.
She's that quiet chick at the club that no one has managed to get close to
She rarely has a man and if she does you'll never know because she refuses to broadcast it
Why is she so DANGEROUS you ask?

Well it's simple, she is whoever you are...
If you a go-getter, she a go-getter too but she'll never put you onto her secrets
She won't even tell you how far behind her you really are in the game, she'll entertain your ambitions
If you a fake bitch, she fake right along with you, with the fake smile to match.
That's why you can't quite put your finger on why it is you don't like her, you looking at a reflection of yourself and don't like it.
You might even be brave enought to attempt to holla at her but it won't take long for you to feel uneasy
She's quiet, listening to you, almost examining you, before you know it you're explaining shit to her that you would never explain to your peoples but for some reason, you feel its necessary to get that approving nod from her.
She reeled ya ass right on in without you even knowing it
Everybody screaming they this, they that... but she see through all that
It comforts her to know that everyone around her has a different view of her because she can adapt her personality to each individual.
You might see her as a grimey chick but also your best friend s & genuinely caring.
She's not the same person to you as she is to your homegirl.
You hate her but in your someone else eyes she's as good as gold and someone's ACE.
One day you'll all meet a Chameleon but you wanna know the funny thing? Most of ya'll will never know. [You Lookin Right At Her]

Sure Thing

If you be the cash, I be the rubber band

You be the match, I will be a fuse, BOOM

Painter baby, Im in the nude

Im the reporter baby, you can be the news

Cuz im ur cigarette, and ur the smoker

We raise a bet, Cuz ur the joker

You are the charm.....

And I could be the blackboard, you can be the tar

And I could be the wall

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YOU COULD BET THAT NEVER GOTTA SWEAT THAT
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You could be the lover, Ill be the fighter

If I’m the blunt, I’ll be the lighter

Fire it up!

Writer , you could be the pen

If I’m the lyrics, you could be the note, Record that

Saint, or a sinner

[Rise], I’m a winner,

and its you, what can I do to deserve that

Paper Ill be the pencil,

Say that I’m the one ’cause you’re a 10

Even when the sky comes falling
And even when the sun don’t shine,
I got faith in you and I
Put your pretty little hand in mine

Even when we’re down to the wire
Even when its do or die
We could do it, simple and plain,
Cuz this love is a sure thing

If U Tryin To Date Me.. Must Have....

Height/Nationality doesnt matter its all about your swagger and style.

Me im 5'7 and quit a sexy mutt lol I dont care about your nationality..I'll date you rather your Italian, Philipino, Hawaiian, Chinese, Japanese, Portugese, Venezualen, Puerto Rican, African American blah blah blah the list continues because it doesnt matter...as long as you look good and have the rest of the package.

The Package consist of:
You have to care about your appearance..The outside of you is an introduction to the inside of you...You want me to get to know you...look the part please...Im tired of dirty finger nails, unkept hair and sneakers that look like you dont care about your feet...When a female observes you she looks at your face and the next thing she looks at is your foot wear.. God I understand some people dnt have the dough to spend on kicks like that but there are always sales, no reason your feet should have to suffer. I have a big attraction to sneaker freakers..if you are one you know what im talken about if not, then your obviously not in that percentage.


Next, Style of your own. I like original swagger...not swagger jackers..not when you go shopping and you buy something cause your favorite Rapper/ R&B artist had it on...omg hop off of Kanye West Or Pharell Penis...Why would you wanna be like another dude..Thats kinda suspect..(Friggen Groupies)


Back to the caring about your personal appearance thing, why wouldnt you wanna look good....you want a girl that looks good...you should start with what you look like...Do you think were on the same level? If you answered yes..contact me and I'll let you know myself, otherwise who are you kidding. Im not saying we'd never stand a chance but you'd have to be damn near the sexiest man naked to get past that part...(and no I dont wanna see pics of you naked)

Hmm what else...

Talent...If im with anyone they have to be talented..and no I dnt mean being able to touch your nose with your tounge....Wither it be Photography, Dancing, Graphic design, Singing/ Rapping, Drawing, Painting, Fashion design, Skating...I mean actual talent. I can Photograph well, I do Make-up, Fashion Freak, Im an Artis and I can Draw my ass off. How am I gonna be able to pat my head, rub my stomach and jump on one foot and you can only chew gum and talk at the same time....Jada Pinket Smith & Will Smith, Kelis & Nas, Me & ____. (Want to be in that blank have a god darn talent)

Important: Drug Dealing , Gang Banging, Gambling is not...repeat..Not... a talent. And I would appreciate if you dont bring the drama to my life.


Those of you, who have kids...Theres physically nothing wrong with a person who has kids...but me personally..Id appreciate it ALOT if you don't have any. Me, myself I want kids in the future but I dont wanna take care of your ex's. If you try and say " well you wont have to worry about my son/daughter/son's/daughters" Im gonna tell you your right because not my job...and I want my own

AND!

mostly important out of my whole message

MUST BE SAVED!!!
My father is a preacher and my mother use to preach. I was brought up in the church and sing in the choirs...now im not sayin everyting i do is christian like...but i am sayin that i know the Lord. and i walk with faith. Pray daily. and believe in God.
If you tryin to get with me.. we must believe in the same God.


ANY QUESTIONS????

{Scratches Head} Ugh-What!?

So.. I Totally dont know what to write about. So far my weekend been ok. No complaints. Not that there isnt anything to complain about becuz God knows i can go on and on and on and on and on... about who annoys me. what annoys me. and why im annoyed!

But im better than that to do a whole B L O G session about ~Annoyed~ lol


But i do want to ask a question.... I dont understand some folks.. Ok. I just dont understand why some people like drama. I am college folks so get off of that ELEMENTARY ish-nitz
My friend..well i dont even want to call her a friend got into it today. so i basically dropped it. while she goin on and on and on.. about the situation i just wanted to hung up. But instead i kindly asked if we can talk about it latter. Now me like 2 years ago would of curse and cuss her out....but im bein the bigger person about it... so B L A H


on top of that.. im a lil stress out. i havent seen my madre' in lik 7 months and i and missing her lik crrazzzziii ughhh.. maybe another blog on my mother and her situation...


ok well im tired.. altho all day today i didnt do much but zzzzzzzZ's
oh well latta....

Why I Write

This is only in terms of my writing..this is explanation of everything I do in my life. :)

But, I have heard and been asked, why do you write? What motivates you or compels you to write..so I just felt like answering for anyone else who may wonder...

We all have our inner situations and things (sometimes demons) that we deal with. We all have to deal with them someway, writing for me is the least destructive way to get what is out of my heart and soul. We all wrestle with things day in and day out. We have accomplishments, breakups, fall outs, thoughts, dreams and the way I release is through my writing... Most of the time, I am not trying to make an impact or write for someone, I am manly writing because it is my release. When someone else sympathizes with what I am going through, it almost validates or provides some sort of comfort...like whew...I am not the only one going through this...

Lets also be real, of course we have our release for attention. Maybe we do or dont want attention, but I know that sometimes we have our release so that someone or something can recognize what we did and give us the attention we wanted (although most of the time if that is a cause, the supposed "attention giver" most of the time just ignores you. :) )

Um, I write because it is better than me drinking/smoking my problems away. I write because it is better than me sexing my problems away... I am getting tired of writing now...just my thoughts and explanations...although I really didn't have to...since I write for myself..I just do it on a public platform.

Sticks and Stones ... But Your Words Hurt Too

It is important to know who you are and really remember that when you are going through emotional battles.


We all heard and said, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Well, now that we are all a bit more adult...I think I have had more injuries from words than from sticks or bones...maybe that is just me.

Especially in relationships, people can say the harshest and meanest things that go straight to your inner core to demoralize you. Men may say things to women like, "Your ugly, stupid, a hoe, you can't make it without me." Women may say things to men like, "You’re so pathetic, you’re worthless, you can't even provide for me." Both statements can hit the core of the individual you are talking to and make serious damage if allowed.

It makes sense... you open yourself up to that person so they already know your vulnerable spot. But then when an argument or they are no longer on your side they attack that vulnerable spot and can serious demoralize you.


It happens all the time, it is called emotional abuse. It can happen male to female or female to male but know that either way it truly hurts. You have to deal with that emotional pain but more so to overcome it you have to focus on your positive points. Remember what is the positive about you and don’t be shallow, don't just focus on people liking you, or you are fine, you have to go deeper than that. If you don't then you will become an "overcompensater" and we all know someone that is easily overcompensating on something that doesn't really matter (clothes, sexy, body, cars) just to make up for some emotional pain inside.

So, I am a bit tired and losing my train of thought but my main points are these:

1. If you are saying things to people, be very caution because those words your throw around hurt more than stick and bones. Also that pain lasts far longer than any stick/stone.

2. If you are receiving the words, deal with it. Don't block it out but don’t focus on it like it is you, you are a beautiful creation of God, know your inner beauty, your skills, and abilities (double and, very bad English) and focus on those.

Just my mumbled, jumbled up thoughts...

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about

yourself that you didn't know and may not like.

You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.

What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty,

mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you

thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger.

You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly addingthings to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.

One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused.

Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you

love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans, money, the future and making a

life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.

We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

Her Hard Work

She never complained, at least not when we kids were around, but I could tell her jobs were rough. Every morning she grabbed her work bag and left out by 8am. Then I would stand at the window waving as she backed out of the driveway. She would always give me a smile, wave back and blow a kiss before turning down the road to work.

Late in the evening, I would hear the car rattle up the driveway and look out to see a weary woman drag her way up the walkway to the door. As she entered the house, a bright smile would flash across her face and she would gather us up for dinner. It was during these dinners that I first noticed the stained, rough hands and the wrinkled signs of hard work.

Every day our ritual continued. Every day we had food(even if it was just a can of corn) on the table and a warm home to live in(even when there was no heat). Every day she showed me the results of hard work and the joy of a loving home.

Now I am older and time has passed on. Whenever I feel like complaining about my stress, or how tough things are; I just get back to work, smile, and realize how much I learned from her.